Let's Do This

by Loren Leigh

His eyes darken into a deep, vivid brown. And holy hell, I’ve never seen that look on him before. I doubt he even realizes that it happened, but it’s so . . . potent. Like ball-squeezing intensity.

“What’s, uh.” My voice is rough, cracking with uncertainty. “What are we doing?” “I don’t know.” His smile evaporates, his heels coming back down on the floor. “But whatever it is, I kinda don’t want it to stop.” I swallow. And then the truth is there. Right on my tongue. “Me neither,” I say.

“I get it,” I say, lowering my voice to a whisper. “No kissing.” He frowns slightly.

I hook my duffle over my shoulder. “You’re weirdly quiet, and it’s fuckin’ odd, and I’m worried that—‍” “I’m quiet,” he says, brows pulling together under the backstrap of his ballcap, “because I wanted to.”

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” He licks his lips, his chest pitching with a shaky breath. “Until I fuckin’ gag on you, and I don’t want you to stop until I’ve sucked every drop of your cum deep down my throat.” My hand stills. “Dude.” Holy hell . . . “Were you thinking that the whole time?”

“I just want to go somewhere where shit’s okay. Where I don’t have to pretend to be anything. And that’s kinda turning out to be your bed. But if that’s not where you’re headed, then I’ll go where you are.” His green eyes come up

to meet mine. “Because I don’t think it’s actually about the bed.”

“I want

to be around you. Wanna be in your bed. With you. Like a whole lot. Just you.” And like that, my whole heart buckles. I hope.

“Eden Burkehammer,” I mumble as he heads toward the kitchen. “You put that cute ass in front of me, and yeah, I’m gonna follow it. Lemming style. Wherever you’re going.”

“Yeah? How do you seduce a Burkie?” His voice is quiet. “You be Shaw.” I’m grinning so widely my face hurts. “Shit, that’s all it takes?” “For you, yeah.”

Everyone should have a Burkie. Someone who makes things okay. Someone who makes a place feel like home just because they’re in it.